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Edit! I'm going through this story and editing it to make it longer and better, hopefully fix some mistakes. Very sorry for being absent but I am here now lovelies!

Chapter 1: In transit

"Will you walk a little faster?" Said the whiting to the snail.

- The Lobster Quadrille, Franz Ferdinand

Mishka sat on an open bench in the middle of a somewhat crowdedGotham National Park, her long, curly ebonyhair cascadedover her shoulders like a waterfall. Her pale skin illuminatingas the sun beat down on electric
green eyes slowly traced over a tree's silhouette as the sun began to breeze that gently washed over her feltcool and crisp, like a winter air smelled so clean, purified if you will.

But even the purified air couldn't relieve her of the voices.

Will you,won't you, will you, won't you, won't you join the dance?

Mishka stood up, a look of scants covering her face. Turningon her heel; her red skulltank top lookinglike blood in the wind blew harshly over her now,her hair dancing in the wind–almost becoming one withit.
Mishka could feel her muscles tensing before propelling her forward into a sprint; running against the wind. Her mind became even more cloudy as the voices in her head grew louder and louder. She felt like she was about to burst.

Whatever "dance" they wanted her to join, she was going to put all of her strength into fighting it.

"I would not join the dance." She breathed, a little winded from her sprint. She had made it to the other side of the eyes scanning the area around her, her ears zeroing in on the sound of footsteps hop-skipping towards her. Turning around
swiftly, she paused. There was nothing behind her."It's nothing...Just my mind playing tricks on me again..." She noted softly to herself. Turning back around, Mishka began to strut off again. There had been nothing, she saw that for herself
and yet she couldn't shake this uneasy feeling that swelled up in the pit of her stomach.

Step-hop. Step-hop. Step-hop.

There they were again, the footsteps had become faster. Her muscles grew ever more tense as the sensation of danger built up on her like a tidal wave. Though she tried to shrug it off, she couldn't deny the sudden racing of her heart.

Turn around!The voices screamed all together. Her breath hitched as she whipped herself back around. She prepared herself for another flight, her eyes shifting furiously. She scanned what seemed to be every detail
of her surroundings. Still though, she came to the same confusing conclusion.

Nothing. There was nothing behind her, nothing to run from. She was alone.

Never alone.

She sighed heavily out of frustration. She wasn't crazy, she knew she wasn't. Crazy people are reckless and she was anything but.

Again, she walked along her way; losing herself in the process. Why couldn't she just be normal? For once she just wanted a better life, one that's less lonely. One that's warm and loving.

Never alone!

She heard the voices resound in her head, of course she would never be alone. Not truly, not with the voices in her head.